I am nothing,
But defined  --by the color of me.
Altering my reality,
Reshaping my dreams.
They say beauty
Is only skin deep.
But your perception of me isn’t beauty.
It’s pity,
Laced  statistically,
Of how I’ll rightfully
Be a mom before I reach 16.
Because I’m only a product of my environment.

I am nothing,
But defined –by the color of me.
Altering my destiny,
Willie Lynching me.
Making me believe,
My sisters hate me,
Like the rest of our white washed society.
I’m guilty
Of thinking myself to be of mediocrity.
I am the daughter of Tubman and King,
I once lost my identity, forgetting
I am queen.
But I am fearfully and wonderfully made.